I was tied up. They kept me in my cage backstage, hands and feet always in cuffs, ready to be bound by cords. They were already bound- one of the guards had secured them half an hour ago. He… promised… that he and a friend would be back soon, to fetch me for the show.
They've already got me ready for the show. I'm wearing a new outfit this time- a black leather crop top, with a too-tight halterneck holding my large breasts. Leather skintight pants, with a hole cut into them, showing my black cotton panties underneath. It's uncomfortable, lying the way I am on the floor with all the leather, but I can't move. Not with the restraints.
"Hey. Slut. It's your turn." I look up to see the two guards smiling darkly at me, obvious bulges in their pants. One of them began to move a hand down to his crotch. "The problem is, we're not quite sure if you're ready to perform. We think you might need a little preparation." "No, I- I'm fin-" "Did I say you could talk, slut? Because I don't remember that. I don't remember that at all. You're not here to talk."